When I was younger, no moment gave me butterflies like the night before Christmas. Even as I got older and knew the truth about where the presents under the tree came from, got over the high of it being my birthday (hello, Christmas babies!), and stopped putting the cookies out for Santa, the butterflies never left. They come earlier these years — now when I'm packing my bags and waiting for a flight home. That's when the excitement begins for me. And when I get home, after I hug my parents and brothers, the first thing I do is head straight to the fridge to see what treasures and curiosities they have amassed.